I’m Still Alive

“Death, you have got to do better. How many times are you going to choke me before you succeed?”

Deal with it. You tried to kill me but you didn’t succeed. You missed the second time, too. And the third. The fourth, and so on; you just keep missing, and here I stand. Ok, here I sit. That last time, you sure gave it your best shot, but Covid didn’t kill me either.   

You got closer with that other virus. What was that one? Oh, yeah, Mononucleosis. Good one. I can’t believe you got me to completely block my airway so I couldn't draw a single breath when I woke up. But, guess what? I could breathe through my nose, and here I am, cabron.   

Death, you have got to do better. How many times are you going to choke me before you succeed? We shall see. But not today.   

I’m going to have to shake your hand one day. But until I screw up, I’m going to write about all that crap that’s happened, yeah, all of it. Just me? Oh, no. Not a chance. We all have the four-one-one on you. I have stories about me, sure. But the stories that linger in doorways, or dark basements and shuffle in behind people are some good stories too. You leave some big assed breadcrumbs, amigo. Not everyone just dies and goes on their merry way.  

You think you’re tuff, a professional. Not even close. I’ve seen those ghosts you leave behind. I see them. I can feel their breath on my neck. I can hear them calling my name. Sometimes they follow me home. Last week, one even turned on my ceiling light to wake me up and that light is on a dimmer! You’re sloppy. And for that, I will call you out.  

I’m just getting started. I’ll see you soon enough. Until then, I’ve got some words to share.